I am hoping this blog post will make you wrap up your writing dream in bubble wrap paper, place it in a sturdy box, write FRAGILE all over it and store in a safe place. We all start our writing journey clutching a big, colourful and exciting writing dream. ‘I want to write something that […]
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“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.”
– W. Clement Stone
“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Scattering
Every new
Moon
I curl up
In my
Curvaceous
Crescent
Encircled
By each
Starry night
Celestial dreams
Await me
There is no man
Here
I control
The ebb
And flow
Of the
Seas
I watch
Over your
Attempts
To comprehend
Me
To encapsulate
Into ode
Or song
It is difficult
When you
Haven’t
The language
Of the
Universe
Bemused
My laughter
Scatters
Stardust
Bisous,
Léa
“Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.” – Langston Hughes
“And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.” – Bram Stoker
*
Today’s plan of attack!
Despite my efforts
Making friends with
L’hiver
Cold melds to my body
Like plastic wrap – suffocating
It permeates flesh
Seeping into bone
La neige menace – caché
Masking the landscape – j’adore
Lovely to look at
Cuddled up by the fire
Infinite cups of café
Perhaps a drop of cognac? – medicinally of course
Plunging into my book – du jour
Hibernation of the finest kind
Happily remaining till spring
*
Bisous,
Léa
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” – Oscar Wilde
“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” – Langston Hughes
“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” – Vincent van Gogh
*
The shape of my dream is…
The only constant
Change
Dreaming is
Catching mercury
In my hands
Hanging on to each
Particle
Dreams are like
Time
Suspended vapor
Fluid that rushes forth
Pretends to stand still
Carrying me where
I know not
Chagall-esque
Silhouette of a dream
Ever moving – cloudlike
Le masque
Summons potential
To sleep – perchance
Another dimension
Dreaming
Carnaval de la vie
*
Bisous,
Léa
“In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.” – Stephen King
“The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!” – Francois Rabelais
It’s in the air
Les pins
Sentinels
Watching over
Mon village
Old enough
To know all
Our secrets
Wise enough
To keep them
Le vent
Scatters leaves
Blending
Avec lavande
Romaire et
Autre fleures de saison
Intoxicating fragrance
New wine
Unique the perfume
Permeates
Les corbières
Lingers in my
Clothing
Scents my bedding
And my dreams
*
Bisous,
Léa
“In the depth of winter, I learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
– Albert Camus
*
changement de saison
colours bleed
from my pallet
mimic the leaves
of the vineyards
sunlight creeps into
my window
seconds later
each morning
you can feel it
in the air
pas froid
yet not as it was
le plage
occupé
tourists tenuously grasp
vacations shimmering moments
memories and souvenirs
postcards, sunburns
fondu comme nos
empreintes
dans le sable
*
bisous,
léa
“A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.” – Paul Éluard
“Larmes sont les pétals du coeur.” / “Tears are the petals of the heart.”
– Paul Éluard
Donnez-moi
Un homme
Whose tongue
Drips with honey
Éluard has had
His way
Avec moi
À plusieurs reprises
Verse that
Strips me naked
And leaves me
Pleading for
More
My knees
Wobble
Each breath
A labored
Entreaty
Even my
Sixth sense
Pushed to its
limits
Addicted to
Pleasure
Donnez-moi
Donnez-moi
Spent
I luxuriate
As his presence
Lingers
A prelude
Pour des rêves
*
Bisous,
Léa
“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?” – Alfred Lord Tennyson
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.” – Bill Watterson
“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.” – Henry David Thoreau
*
thief
for that is what
you are
entering
unobserved
stealing my thoughts
having your way with them
*
the nights
are the hardest
in your absence
pillows cannot
caress me
their support fails
*
running rampant
through my dreams
always three
dimensional
i feel the
roughness of
your hands
*
your voice reverberates
in whispers and moans
and at times I marvel
as your warmth
penetrates my
dreams
*
bisous,
léa
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” – Buddha
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. – George Carlin
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” – Anton Chekhov
il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon
a man in the moon?
or so they
tell us in
rhyme and
verse
*
so be it
i shall
go to him
in the dark
a pilgrimage
*
finding solace
in each of his forms
devotedly he returns
watching over me
in slumber
*
dreaming peacefully,
breath comes soft and easy
in benediction
he showers me
with stars
*
Bisous,
Léa
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest.” – Oscar Wilde
“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T. E. Lawrence
“The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.” – Khalil Gibran
le rêve
what is?
what was
the dream?
did it look
feel
taste
like this?
was it here?
were these people
in the dream?
since earliest
childhood
i knew that i
needed to leave
needed out
escape?
NO, to be where
i BELONGED
for the very
first time
along the way
there was some travel
and existing in other states
california, new york even
the mid-west
summers in
canada
seattle and more
none of them were
home
later travels
to england
holland, belgium
thailand, vietnam
each filled with
delight and
wonder
albeit
lacking
throughout this
journey my
internal compass
drew me to
europe
was it because
roots were there
yet there never were
any roots
until
i came to
FRANCE
finding home
belonging
despite fledgling
tongue
a knowing
before i
arrived
coming home
dreams can
and do
come
true
*
bisous,
léa
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